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 Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 7:30 pm
~ A Carefully Guarded Heart ~
Name: Kiew
Meaning: Beautiful, Lovable
Age: 11
Gender: Female
Breed: Bombay
Status: Collared
From: Marzipanz - Darling! <3
Date of Abandonment: 1/15/2010
Date of De-collarization: Hasn't happened yet
Previous Owner: Toshi_Chan
Eyes: Ember Orange
Fur: Deep Black
Style: Cunning. She'd rather talk her way out of a conflict than actually fight. Always with a guarded look in her eyes and a polite smile painting her lips, she smoothly slips away from any confrontation.
Clothing: Traditional Chinese Influenced
Weapon of Choice:
Territory: None at this time
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 7:58 pm
~ Kiew's World ~ History Kiew began life in a very different place than where she found herself currently. When she was still a young kitten, she lived warm and safe in the home of her humans. Well off themselves, her humans always supplied her with the finest foods and toys, and the younger female delighted in dressing her up in the softest, shiniest brocades. It was a charmed and comfortable life for the young cat, and Kiew enjoyed every minute of it.
One day, she wandered into her young human's bedroom after making her way slowly around the whole house. It was really odd, there were boxes everywhere, some open, some sealed up nice and tight. Of course Kiew investigated every open box she came across and found them to be in varying states of being filled. Her human's mother got quite upset with her when she tried to explore the boxes in the kitchen, and so she found herself here at last. A curious mew alerted the young human girl to her presence and, with tears in her dark eyes, the girl instantly scooped up her beloved cat and hugged her. "Oh, Kiew! Momma and Daddy say we have to move! They're making me leave all my friends behind!" She sobbed into the small cat's black fur, "And we aren't just moving to another city, they said we're moving to a whole other country! We're going to Japan, Kiew, and I'm never going to see any of my friends ever again! It's so unfair!" The small Bombay kitten mewed again, rubbing her face against the human's moist cheek and purring. She didn't understand what was going on, but she really didn't like to see the girl cry.
Her human was usually so cheerful, always smiling and telling her stories. At night they would read fairy tales together. Her human would give a dreamy sigh and tell the small cat all about how nice it would be to be a princess one day, but being a little more mature than the human, Kiew often dreamed about how nice it would be just to find a perfect love like that.
It seemed as if the house she shared with her humans was no longer adequate though, and so they were moving all of the stuff in it to a new house. Kiew didn't see anything wrong with this, of course, the idea of a new house excited the curious cat, but her young human was very distraught over it. Bouncing out of the sobbing girl's arms, the black kitten reached up and grabbed hold of a small stuffed rabbit -- smelling thickly of the girl, it was her favorite toy -- before dragging it over to an open box and jumping inside with it. Releasing the toy, the kitten mewed and mewed until the human's face appeared over the lip of the box. With a smile and a loud purr, Kiew curled up with the rabbit and flicked her ear. It would be okay, she was saying, they still had each other, after all. As if she understood, the girl smiled and wiped at her eyes, then left to get a few more toys to put in the box. "You're right Kiew... I still have you, and you're my best friend! I can make more friends at my new school, and I'll still be able to write to the ones I have here, right?" The black cat mewed again and rubbed against the hands that reached in to pull her out of the box. Together, the girl and cat packed the room until all that was left was her bed and one book. Their last fairy tale in this fine house.
Early the next morning, the two of them were roused and the human girl's bed was torn down to be packed for the move. The girl removed the red dress she had put on her cat the day before and replaced it with a checked blue bow. "Momma says we should dress comfortably because our nice clothes would get messed up on the plane, and that we wouldn't like them after a while anyway. How does that feel, Kiew? Do you like it? The ribbon is soft, isn't it?" Pawing at the tendrils that hung over her shoulder, the kitten looked up at the human with bright orange eyes and mewed lightly. Shortly after, the older female called them and they were packed into the car.
They had to put Kiew into a carrier because she wasn't allowed to run freely on the ferry, and so the small cat was packed with the luggage. It was a little insulting for the pampered cat, but she dealt with it, there was a fine silk blanket in the carrier, after all. It was in the cargo hold that the trouble began. Somehow during the length of the trip, one of the humans had misplaced her after a feeding and potty break. The person in charge had been treating several cats at once an hadn't paid attention when putting them back, and when they docked in Japan, Kiew found herself with a new family. The Bombay couldn't believe her eyes when a whole bunch of unfamiliar faces looked in on her suddenly. The family had brought her all the way back to their home in Ikebukuro before the youngest son noticed the elegant blue ribbon tied around his cat's neck.
After the initial confusion, the family decided it would be difficult to locate where the switch had occurred and find Kiew's rightful owners, and so they decided they would keep her and care for her instead. The small Bombay, however, wasn't at all thrilled by the idea. She missed her little girl terribly and wailed often for her. This new family's home was painfully tiny, and the black cat felt trapped and forlorn. The humans themselves were nice enough, but they just couldn't replace the family she had been separated from. Finally, Kiew couldn't stand it any longer and decided to go in search of her family herself. She slipped from the house easily enough, these people were very careless when opening doors, but the young cat had no way of knowing that she was miles from her beloved humans. After nearly a week on her own and with no results, Kiew finally collapsed from exhaustion and buried her face in her paws. Realization was slowly setting in that the comfortable, safe life she had known was over. A deep pain stung in her chest, and a lonliness threatened to drown her for good as she curled up into a tight ball and willed sleep to take her.
It took several months for the Chinese Bombay to finally snap herself out of the depression and the pain of her loss, and when she had finally managed to do so she was able to smile again. Unfortunately, this did not occur without leaving some scars, the young cat's mind had formed some pretty bizarre and twisted conclusions about life and relationships from the experience. From these conclusions was born the Kiew who now roams the streets of Ikebukuro. Safe behind the created persona, the still injured and fragile black kitten hides herself away, unwilling to let herself be healed, and unwilling to give life another chance to hurt her again.
Personality: Sweet and innocent at face value, but a little more manipulative beneath that. She's very intelligent, and while she has nothing wrong with others, she's looking out primarily for herself. Her face is warm, but her heart is cold. She doesn't like to get too personal with other cats.
Outlook: Cautious. She enjoys the company of others, but is worried about being hurt by them, so she makes friends carefully and keeps them at a distance.
Plays Well With Others?: Despite her personality, she is very pleasant to be around. She will sit and talk with other cats, play with them, and even share her meals with them.
Likes: Flowers, Clear skies, Manga (Especially romance genre), Chocolate, Strawberries, Napping in the sun, Learning
Dislikes: Rainy Days (unless someone has an umbrella they're willing to share), Overcast days, Bland food, Shoes, Ugly colors, Lightning
Family: Brother: Laken
Mate: None
- Acquaintances -
[Unknown]
[Friends]
[Enemies]
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 8:03 pm
~ Lessons Learned ~ Collared - 2 Formal RP - 3 Informal RP - 1 Small story telling how the Cat removes the collar [See next post] Free Collar Noob - 3 Formal RP - 4 Informal RP - 1+ RP of entering a Territory group Novice Free Collar - 5 Formal RP - 4 Informal RP - 1+ Battles Master Free Collar - 6+ Formal RP - 4+ Informal RP - 5+ Battles
On-goingFormal - Takashi & Kiew - [Warm Weather Laments]Informal - In-thread: [ 1208 - 1209, 1211 - 1213, 1216 - 1218, 1234 - 1235, 1246, 1249 - ] AIM: W/ Kisa: [Laundry At The Riverside]CompletedFormal - Informal -
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 8:07 pm
~ De-Collaring Story ~ To Be Written
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 8:12 pm
~ Charming and Shameless ~
Name: Hayate
Meaning: Sudden
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Breed: Maine Coon/Egyptian Mau
Status: Collared
Date of Abandonment: 10/31/2009
Date of De-collarization: Hasn't happened yet
Previous Owner: Toshi_Chan
Eyes: Pale Green
Fur: Light Sandy base with darker stripes and spots
Style:
Clothing:
Weapon of Choice:
Territory: East Ikebukuro
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 8:18 pm
~ Hayate's World ~ History When they had first been taken, Hayate had fought as hard as his siblings for freedom from the human hands that held him fast. When nothing they did seemed to work and he was eventually separated from the others, the fire died a little bit. Fighting was pointless; they wore thick gloves and beat him over the head for using his claws, so what was the use? The young kit also found that he got much nicer treats once he started behaving. The cruel hands that delivered pain would stroke him gently instead, and he was given tasty food and snacks. His living conditions could do with some improvements, but that was his only complaint; the steel was cold underpaw and the enclosure was very small and cramped. Several humans would pass by daily to peer in at him, and he noticed several other cats who were eventually taken away by some of them. He decided that would be the way to get out, so the son of Thrud and Yuki turned up the charm. With soft, fluffy fur, courtesy of the people who had bathed him on his arrival, and a pleasant grin on his face, the kit made sure to mew greetings at every human he saw and all but jumped into the palms of hands that reached out to stroke him. With such an act it wasn't long before a human would take him out of his tiny enclosure for good.
But an easy escape would not present itself to him right away. Hayate found himself in the apartment of a young man, a bachelor with a weakness for cute kittens and a secret that wasn't unfamiliar to the young cat. Although the human wouldn't admit it openly, it didn't take long for Hayate to realize that he was more attracted to males than to females. For one thing, his apartment was a total sausage-fest. Although he was glad to be out of the steel cage he had been locked in for the past week or so, the pale tom was utterly disappointed. So many cats, and not one of them would be able to provide him a good time, not that some didn't try. It took the young male all of a day to become completely bored with his new 'home,' and less than three hours to feel the pressure of the lack of feminine beauty that shared his living space. He had to get out. The next week was spent camping by the front door, waiting for his opportunity, the opportunity that presented itself one evening when another man stopped by. While the human who had brought him home was busy flirting, the door remained ajar. With trembling legs, Hayate hesitated for a moment, unbelieving of his luck, but when it looked like his opportunity might be passing, the kit bolted. There were no hard feelings, of course, but that life just didn't suit him; he was a man who required the gentle company and grace of a lovely woman for sure. And when he was certain he was no longer being followed, he began to search for just that. After a week with 5 other toms, his nose craved for the scent of a woman.
Personality: Openly friendly and unafraid to say whatever is on his mind. He's pretty easy going and slow to anger, and really doesn't care much for fighting. He's learned well enough from his parents, of course, but finds it rather distasteful unless there's purpose behind it; like rescuing a pretty girl, for example.
Outlook: Laid back. The world is as it is, and there's no reason to make it worse by looking at the dark side of things. Every day, another lovely tail comes wandering by, and that's reason enough to stay positive, right?
Plays Well With Others?: Oh yes. A little too well sometimes, especially if a pretty lady is present. Often gets in trouble because of wandering hands.
Likes: Beautiful women, clear starry nights, The company of others, Water, Rain, High Places
Dislikes: Fighting without purpose, Disagreeable men, Seeing women in distress, Humans, Being underground, Cars
Family:
-Father: Anbu
-Papa: Yuuki
-Mom: Thrud
-Brothers: Toshiro & Kaien
Sisters: Keeley & Ione
Mate: None
- Acquaintances -
[Unknown]
Sadie
Vega
[Friends]
[Enemies]
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 8:20 pm
~ Matters of The Heart ~ Free Collar Noob - 3 Formal RP - 4 Informal RP - 1+ RP of entering a Territory group Novice Free Collar - 5 Formal RP - 4 Informal RP - 1+ Battles Master Free Collar - 6+ Formal RP - 4+ Informal RP - 5+ Battles
On-goingFormal - ORP: [Girl Talk]Informal - CompletedFormal - Informal - In-thread: [ 1233 - 1235, 1246, 1249 - 1250], [ 1279 - 1284] AIM - W/Kisa, Zombie, & Tar: [ Small Family Reunion <3]
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 8:21 pm
~ De-Collaring Story ~ To Be Written
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 8:22 pm
~ Your Queen ~
Name: Iukinia
Meaning: Of noble descent
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Breed: Somali
Status: Collared
Date of Abandonment: 2/14/2010
Date of De-collarization: Hasn't happened yet
Previous Owner: Toshi_Chan
Eyes: Golden
Fur: Bright orange with a creamy belly, a russet-colored stripe running along her back and down her tail, and matching paws.
Style: Elitist and regal. She knows enough about fighting to defend herself adequately, thanks to her father, but she'd never resort to it. Not when she could just talk her opponent into submission.
Clothing:
Weapon of Choice:
Territory: Ongaku University
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 8:26 pm
~ Iukinia's World ~ History There once was a young girl, one of six identical kits born into a world against stacked odds. A rare gem in a world of strays who thrived on pure, wild instinct without care or constraint of pedigree. Born to a pair of fine Somali parents, they appeared as royalty in a world of mutts and mongrels. Thus, the young girl fancied herself a princess in a world modeled from the fairytale stories she would find in the University's library on the rare trips she would make with Alice. In this manner, she lived peaceful and carefree with her 5 siblings, laughing together and causing mischief together, unbothered by the world outside of their perfect family.
As the young princess grew past the age where her mother was her world, and began venturing further and further into the territory that would open the doors to the real world, she began to come to certain realizations, little by little. To begin with, she found that this wide world was inhabited by more than just she and her family; giant creatures, bald and missing their tails and ears, walked the grounds outside of her home on two legs. Other cats also lived in and around the area, some she met face to face, others she could detect by unfamiliar scents on the breeze. This new world was fascinating and vast and stirred excitement in her fluttering heart. She embraced it, innocently and eagerly, as she ventured forth on many an adventure with her brothers and sisters.
It was on one such adventure that this sweet young princess would forever be lost, and her bright and exciting outlook on this brand new world would become marred. Venturing further from their home than they ever had before, the group of 6 beautiful Somali kits eagerly tested their boundaries and satisfied their desires to their heart's content. So content were they in this land called home, that they never expected the danger that descended upon them with the shadow of the humans on that day. Bewildered when the massive hand suddenly encircled her belly and lifted her far from the ground, Iukinia wailed loudly and abruptly, only to be met with the sounds of her siblings as they uttered similar cries of shock. Together, the six of them were then packed into a cramped crate that carried the stale scent of strange creatures. Huddling together as the metal bars slid into place and barred their escape, the young nobles could only watch in anxiety as the vast world began to spin and move around them.
After some time riding in that nauseatingly bumpy and humid box, the Somali princess was finally released from her prison, only to find herself in a slightly larger one. The six handsome somali kits were met with the gazes of several strange cats in varying stages of childhood. The walls that rose high around them were clear as the air itself, but solid as rock, and those giant human creatures milled about, peering into other prisons that held various types of other captive creatures. The wide open world that had seemed to inviting and free suddenly became confined and frightening. Emily began it first, followed closely by Novik; a piteous, wailing cry. 'Mother, where are you?' Huddling closer to her copies, Iukinia's voice chirped out with theirs, but the fine parents who sired the litter of six would not come. For the humans had also recognized the gems that lived on campus and had devised a way to make a little more money from them. They wailed on until finally one of the older kittens in their enclosure raised his voice in protest.
"For the love of... would you lot shut your mouths?" a short-haired tom of indistinguishable breed locked dark green eyes on them with contempt, "Your parents aren't going to come save you, so shut up already." Iukinia, taken aback by the harshness of his words and the meaning behind them, quieted even as her sister and brother continued on, and she stared back at him. "Wh....what do you mean?" She mewed softly, shaking.
"I mean, you spoiled babies better learn how survive on your own real quick, cause you've probably seen the last of your mom and your time here will likely be the last you ever see of each other. The humans have you now. This is a 'pet shop,' Humans will come around all day, and eventually, you will be picked by them and taken away." He retorted with a nasty sneer, flicking his tail a few times in irritation. The young princess's golden eyes widened at the information and she snapped her head back to look at her brothers and sisters. A mixture of emotion had washed over the young litter; Novik and Emily gazed back at her with mirrored looks of worry, Belial and Barayas stared the other tom down with something more akin to defiance and distaste, while Tempette... seemed to be enjoying her surroundings a bit more than the rest.
The next few days passed by painfully slowly for the wavering princess. She watched warily as several humans of varying ages peered in at her siblings and reached in to touch them all. The other kittens they shared their enclosure with didn't seem to be living at all; most only stirred when they poured more of that awful hard stuff into a dish in the corner or when eager hands were dipping into the cage. There were no adventures to be had in this prison, and no cozy bed to return to when their quest was over. The litter slept on each other, a furry orange pile by themselves in the corner. And, true to the mongrel tom's words, one by one they began to be separated as people came and went.
Personality: Regal and dainty, when she's having a good day, otherwise, a royal pain. Iukie is downright spoiled, and doesn't like it when things don't go her way. She has a snobbish attitude towards the world and especially towards those who are less than perfect in it, ie: halfbreeds and humans. At the base of things, however, she's harmless beyond causing those around her headaches due to a lack of attention paid to her father through combat lessons and a general lack of wanting to lift a paw for herself.
Outlook: The world is more or less her kingdom, or at least that's how she sees it. Those in this world are there to serve her without question, and those who are deemed inappropriate under her eyes are to be discarded.
Plays Well With Others?: Sure, as long as those others are of one singular breed and have no problem seeing to her whims and wishes at her desire.
Likes: Her siblings, her parents sometimes, those who are useful to her, fine foods, freedom
Dislikes: Halfbreeds, humans, walking, hunting, fighting, being confined, being told what to do
Family:
-Father: Dhiren
-Mother: Alice
-Brothers: Barayas, Belial, Novik
Sisters: Tempette, Emily
Mate: None
- Acquaintances -
[Unknown]
[Friends]
[Enemies]
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 8:31 pm
~ Conquests ~ Collared - 2 Formal RP - 3 Informal RP - AIM: w/ Taradan - [Plans and Dark Intentions]- 1 Small story telling how the Cat removes the collar [See next post] Free Collar Noob - 3 Formal RP - 4 Informal RP - 1+ RP of entering a Territory group Novice Free Collar - 5 Formal RP - 4 Informal RP - 1+ Battles Master Free Collar - 6+ Formal RP - 4+ Informal RP - 5+ Battles
On-goingFormal - BC, Barayas, & Iukinia - [Like the Pied Piper]Informal - CompletedFormal - Informal - AIM - W/ Taradan: [Plans and Dark Intentions]
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 8:32 pm
~ De-Collaring Story ~ To Be Written
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 8:36 pm
~ A Momma's Love ~
Name:
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Age:
Gender:
Breed:
Status: Halp! I is stuck in box!
From: ArtemisRebel - Ilu Momma!
Date of Abandonment:
Date of De-collarization:
Previous Owner: Toshi_Chan
Eyes:
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Style:
Clothing:
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 8:42 pm
~ Box-kun's World ~
Personality:
Outlook:
Plays Well With Others?:
Likes:
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Family:
Mate:
- Acquaintances -
[Unknown]
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 8:45 pm
~ Wanting out of the Box ~ Collared - 2 Formal RP - 3 Informal RP - 1 Small story telling how the Cat removes the collar [See next Post] Free Collar Noob - 3 Formal RP - 4 Informal RP - 1+ RP of entering a Territory group Novice Free Collar - 5 Formal RP - 4 Informal RP - 1+ Battles Master Free Collar - 6+ Formal RP - 4+ Informal RP - 5+ Battles
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